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A lovely story -- Makes you think.

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Christi Fennell (cfennell1)
Thu, 11 Mar 1999 08:53:57 -0800 (PST)


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> Subject: A lovely story
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> > UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE
> >
> >I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently
> completed my
> >college degree.
> >
> >The last class I had to take was Sociology.
> >
> >The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I
> wish every
> >human being had been graced with.
> >
> >Her last project of the term was called "Smile."
> >
> >The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and
> document their
> >reaction.
> >
> >I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and
> say, hello
> >anyway.....so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake
> literally.
> >
> >Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest
> son, and I,
> >went out to McDonalds, one crisp March morning.
> >
> >It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son.
> >
> >We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a
> sudden
> >everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband
> did.
> >
> >I did not move an inch...an overwhelming feeling of panic
> welled up inside
> >of me as I turned to see why they had moved.
> >
> >As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirt body" smell...and
> there
> >standing behind me were two poor homeless men.
> >
> >As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was
> "smiling."
> >
> >His beautiful sky-blue eyes were full of God's Light as he
> searched for
> >acceptance.
> >
> >He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been
> clutching.
> >
> >The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his
> friend.
> >
> >I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the
> blue-eyed
> >gentleman was his salvation.
> >
> >I held my tears....as I stood there with them.
> >
> >The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.
> >
> >He said, "Coffee is all, Miss" because that was all they could
> afford.
> >
> >To be allowed to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to
> buy
> >something...they just wanted to be warm.
> >
> >Then I really felt it...the compulsion was so great I almost
> reached out
> >and embraced the
> >little man with the blue eyes.
> >
> >That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on
> me...judging
> >my every action.
> >
> >I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me
> two more
> >breakfast meals on a
> >separate tray.
> >
> >I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had
> chosen as a
> >resting spot.
> >
> >I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed
> gentleman's
> >cold hand.
> >
> >He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank
> you."
> >
> >I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do
> this for
> >you...God is here working through me to give you hope."
> >
> > I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.
> >
> >When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why
> God gave you
> >to me, honey....to give me hope."
> >
> >We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only
> because of
> >the Grace that we had been given that we were able to give.
> >
> >We are not church goers but we are believers.
> >
> >That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.
> >
> > I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this
> story in
> hand.
> >
> >I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it....then she
> looked up
> >at me and said, "Can I share this?"
> >
> >I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She
> began to read
> >and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being part
> of God,
> >share this need to heal people and be healed.
> >
> >In my own way I had touched the people at McDonalds, my
> husband, son,
> >instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the
> last night I
> >spent as a college student.
> >
> >I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever
> learn....
> >
> >UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. LOVE PEOPLE AND USE
> >THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.
> >
> >Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who
> reads this.
> >
> >If this story has touched you in any way, please pass it along.
> God bless,
> >keep and enlighten you...it is in the giving, that we receive!
> >
>

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4.I, as an effective teacher, will listen, listen and listen some more.
Another goal I chose this year.

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